Flameborn of the Storm

Born of Ruin, Crowned in Storm and Carved in Silence

She rose from flame with ash in her lungs and steel in her mouth.
Silence shaped her—each breath a blade honed on grief.
Truth bloomed behind her teeth, wild and unrepentant.
She walked through ruin as if it bowed to her.
When the world demanded surrender, she offered storm.

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For the ones who were never rescued.
For those who learned to stand in the flame because no one came running.
This is not about survival—this is about what happens after.
When you carry the fire, not because it saved you,
but because it was the only thing that burned as loud as your silence.

-Kaaos

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